June 7th, 1942: Edward Hopper completes his best known painting, the seminal Nighthawks. When asked by a Chicago Tribute reporter about the philosophical meaning behind the diner having no clearly visible exits Hopper responded, “Shit. Fuck. I did it again. Goddamnit. Fuck. Not again. I did it again. Shit.” and slammed his hat on his leg.
Forgive. Forget. Fake it. Chin up. Wear lipstick, make lists, make sure your voicemail isn’t full. Mix protein shakes, send timely thank you notes, sip drinks more slowly, stare at adults’ eyebrows, smile without dimples, develop perfect posture. Be gracious, be kind, eliminate self-pity. Look in the mirror and shift your internal monologue from ‘How do I look?’ to ‘This is my face,’ from ‘What the hell am I doing?’ to ‘This is my life.’ Capitalize your emails, read the news, walk briskly, stay focused, and never, ever let on that you are somewhat lost and sometimes lonely and so completely confused (and would someone please just let me know what it is I’m supposed to do next, where exactly I’m supposed to go–). Just keep going. Go, and do not stop. —Jennifer Schaffer, A Checklist For The Age 19 (via stymshaws
(Source: a-lionsheart, via lazycasual)
(Source: garthed, via gothkatie)
I LAUGHED AT THIS MUCH MORE THAN I SHOULD HAVE
the REAL double standard in society is that when the hulk gets mad and destroys things it’s “incredible” but when i do it i’m just an asshole
#i feel like louis has made this argument at some point in his life
a day in the life
(Source: infinitenap, via quaxxo)
for whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea.
He was a skater goat, he said see you later, goat.
(Source: babygoatsandfriends, via isca-riot)
My hands, your hands
Tied up like two ships
(Source: mdnght-mmrs, via grimmygang)